like a traveler stopping for the night why are you hiding among us, revealing, then lifting and leaving? are you not weary, worn by years-- does not steadfast love shed its tears? are you not longing like I am for a friendship and for freedom, for comfort, for consolation? i, too, am just as ragged, rank tired of living in this homeless place... in the dark, a hand, rapping, rapping, knocking on the windowpane, but I check the locks: all the doors are open, and the fire is aflame. hope of Israel, of all men longing for a weariness that ends, won't You come and stay? won't You come and rest?